Chapter 45

• I had never encountered a medic so enthralled while collecting blood. Doctor Blackwell's uncontainable enthusiasm surged with every drop of my blood that fell into the test tube. It wasn’t just his keen interest that struck me—it was his madness. That madness was his charm. With every drop, he seemed entranced, as though savoring the world's finest perfume. Yet, deep down, my instincts whispered that his excitement stemmed more from a scientific thrill than a sinister obsession.
• When he finally finished, he bowed deeply, thanking me for the fifth time for allowing him to test my blood. I won’t lie—curiosity tugged at me. What would his results reveal?
• When I was younger, my father—never a man of science—had nonetheless assembled a team of specialists from the pack. Their tests had labeled me as something extraordinary, a priceless anomaly. But what if their conclusions had been flawed? Or what if I harbored untapped, supernatural abilities waiting to surface? Surely, the findings of an ancient vampire—one who had lived over three centuries—would be far more accurate. That thought alone made my own anticipation start to mirror Caspian’s.